Chapter 56: Chapter 56 He Lied To The King
Phoebe’s POV
"There is no need to give me that look," Reginald said, settling himself onto the sofa where I’d been sleeping moments before. "I am not looking for trouble. I only want to let you know that you are a tremendous help for us during this time."
He winked at me.
Initially, I couldn’t grasp what he meant, but then understanding crashed over me. It didn’t require brilliance to piece this together, and the fact that I was only realizing it now proved how foolish and naive I truly was.
"Obsidian Claw pack is part of the Movement," I whispered breathlessly.
"Only now you figured it out?" Reginald arched his brows, amusement flickering in his gaze as he studied me. "Thank you for getting yourself involved in this. Kevin is right. You will agree."
His name made my stomach twist, but I’d endured enough recently that I wasn’t shaking like before.
"Kevin said that you will be miserable to live in this place, and with the way the Mad King treated you, you will know that Kevin was very nice."
No, for me, both were monsters. I couldn’t compare them since they were cut from the same cloth. Reginald too. All of them were trash.
"Get out from my room," I demanded. "Get out or I will scream."
"You can scream all you want." Reginald shrugged carelessly. "The king and the other people are in the training ground right now. And some of the warriors in the palace are part of the Movement."
That explained how Reginald could infiltrate the king’s palace and even enter my bedroom. This demonstrated how prepared those plotting to dethrone the king were. They had surrounded Perry without his knowledge.
"Don’t worry, once they kill the Mad King. You can go back to Kevin." Reginald appeared slightly irritated by this fact, but then his eyes settled on me in that way that always made me uncomfortable. "But, he said, he will lend me you for a whole day. I am really curious how is your taste."
I grabbed a flower vase and hurled it at him. But my arm lacked strength, and the vase moved too slowly, allowing Reginald to dodge it effortlessly.
Laughter filled my bedroom as I missed my target, while Reginald barely needed to move to avoid it.
"You really need to try harder than that. I know you can do it." He grinned, but I wasn’t finished. I seized another vase from the table beneath the television, but Reginald was prepared. He evaded them all.
"When are you going to stop to make this futile attempt? You are going to get yourself into a trouble with all of this mess."
Sharp fragments from the vases I’d thrown scattered across the floor. I would hurt myself if I moved around.
This only intensified my frustration.
"Get out! Get out!" I wished I could physically drag him from my bedroom. I wished I could strike his face, but that remained wishful thinking.
I didn’t want to touch him; the thought that he could enter my bedroom alone was already sickening.
"Get out, or the king will have your head!" I didn’t know what else to say, and it surprised me that I brought up Perry to handle my problem.
This must have stemmed from what happened recently with Timothy. Perry had been furious when Timothy was here, speaking with me alone. His reaction would be identical with Reginald, right?
However, Reginald laughed even harder. "Sure. Bring him here, and I will tell him that I came to visit you, since you are my dear sister, and Dad say hi to you. Let’s see what will be his reaction when he learned that you seduce me."
"Get the fuck out!"
"Fine, fine. You don’t need to yell at me. You look crazy when you do that, you know." He raised both arms in surrender, but that infuriating smirk remained on his lips. "If the king saw you like this, I couldn’t imagine what will be in his mind."
I grabbed the final vase, threatening to throw it again, but he remained unfazed.
Thankfully, he walked toward the door, but before leaving, he turned around and faced me. "I will see you sooner or later."
After those words, Reginald departed. I didn’t care to understand what that meant.
Now I was left with the chaos I’d created.
I stared at the broken glass everywhere. My mind urged me to clean the mess, but my body refused. I was exhausted. I didn’t want to move.
Eventually, I sat there, staring at the floor.
I lost track of time until someone entered the room. I assumed it was Mason checking on me.
Perfect. I would ask her to clean this before anyone could see it.
However, when I lifted my head, Perry was staring down at me. His brows furrowed upon seeing what I had created.
"What is this?" Perry asked.
I had grown accustomed to the anger underlying every tone of his voice. He sounded perpetually angry regardless of circumstances.
"What happened here?" Perry didn’t approach me, instead remaining in place, but his eyes held fury. "Answer me."
"Why do you allow him to come here?"
"Who?" Perry furrowed his brows. He had issued strict orders preventing anyone from visiting me, especially those elders who kept pestering him about the luna ceremony.
For Perry, this wasn’t the right time to discuss ceremonies. I wouldn’t be ready, and it would only humiliate me.
"Reginald."
Even speaking his name made my stomach churn.
"Reginald was here?" Perry didn’t believe it. He hadn’t spotted him among the new warrior recruits, but there were thousands of them. Nothing unusual about missing him.
"He was here... I don’t want him here."
Perry studied me for a long moment, then I watched as his eyes took on that distant look that meant he was mindlinking someone.
A warrior entered and greeted the king respectfully.
"Someone came into this room, who was it?"
I knew Perry hadn’t received any reports about anyone entering my bedroom, aside from Mason, who visited often to keep me company. When I claimed Reginald was here, his warrior should have informed him.
"Someone? Mason?" The warrior looked confused. "She was the only one, who entered the room."
My head snapped up; I couldn’t believe the warrior was lying to the king’s face. How could he do that?
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, no one else entered the room."
"And why this room is a mess?"
The warrior glanced at me.
